I have never had a guest post for me before. When this email from my brother came through I had to share it exactly as he wrote it. Well after my heart stopped racing. I’m such a mom. Enjoy!
Exactly one week after my birthday, I watched Calvin and his friend try their hardest to look cool while jumping off bike ramps in front of our driveway. They would ride half way down the street and hit top speed before the ramps. Then they would unconsciously slow down and conservatively drop off the front of the ramp. It was all too safe for me.
I gave helpful pointers to them in an attempt to educate and teach valuable life skills. After a few minutes, I realized that the time for lecture was over. It was time to show them what I meant. I grabbed my mountain bike and told them to watch me. I picked up speed and hit the ramp. I popped off the top and sailed through the air. There was no denying that I had left the ground. I needed some epic guitar solos and fireworks behind me as I showed the boys how to fly on a bike.
Imagine my confusion when I found myself on the ground with my bike on top of me. That scenario had never entered my mind. I always jumped my bike and naturally assumed that I still knew how. I guess after approximately thirty years, essential skills like flying on a bike get a little rusty.
I had Daphne put a paper towel on my elbow and wrap my arm. I saw that a little blood had gathered on my sock and figured I would address it after I did the dishes. I went to the kitchen mostly to not cry in front of the boys. That would be lame. After the dishes were done I decided to look at my ankle. My countenance dropped when I saw that I could move my foot a little and see some of my insides or a whole lot of my insides depending on the angle I held my foot. I knew I needed stitches. I told the kids to take a picture of my ankle so they could show Deanna and I took off to Urgent Care.
The adventure continued at Urgent Care. At exactly 9:00 PM, the lights went out. The only things that the generators powered were a couple of lights in the halls. The power never came back on, so the doctor moved a bed into the doorway in order to have the hallway lights illuminate a work area for him. He gave me five stitches in my ankle. Deanna received the news from the kids and read some of my texts. She quickly arrived at Urgent Care so she could watch the doctor sew my ankle together. They both talked about the beauty of the stitches as if they were in a crafting workshop. It made me laugh. Of course, I wouldn’t watch the actual stitching. That’s just creepy.
Now I have some more cool scars. I like the picture of my ankle. It shows where the big gear on my bike chewed on my leg from mid calf to ankle. There are some regular perforations on my leg from the gear until a big crescent shape where it went through my ankle. All the evidence on my leg leaves no doubt as to which part of my bike mangled me. The forensics are pretty obvious.
My friends at work congratulated me. They admire my dedication to teaching awesomeness to my kids. Deanna shakes her head and asks aloud, “What am I going to do with you?”
Now I have the fun task of following the doctor’s advice of keeping the wounds dry wile trying to stay clean. I keep my left arm up and keep my right leg out. I try to soap up and shake myself about. Stupid Hokey Pokey showers. Oh well. I am just glad my kids got to see me fly.